Chapter 64 Strange Talk Town (1)
byAfter watching the movie, it happened to be late at night.
The exhaustion of the day surged up, everyone said good night to each other, and went back to their respective rooms to sleep.
When Bai Shuangxing woke up, the sun was already high.
She stayed on the bed for a while.
From childhood to adulthood, "home" is just a synonym for housing in her eyes.
For a long time, Bai Shuangxing even felt afraid of the word "family" because he heard too many endless quarrels between his parents, and saw too many mothers weeping secretly while his father was furious.
I don't want to contact, don't want to communicate, pray every day and night to escape——
Later, when my mother passed away, the so-called "family" also shattered and ceased to exist.
So Bai Shuangxing gradually got used to being alone.
Later she lived with Shen Chan, in the cold and lonely house, she finally became more popular.
As for last night, everyone gathered in the living room, chatting and making noise, just like a dream.
Thinking about it carefully, from the first time she entered Baiye to the present, in less than a month, her life has undergone earth-shaking changes.
But... this change doesn't make her feel bored.
After letting his mind go for a while, Bai Shuangxing got up and left the room.
She is the most exhausted in the white night, so she wakes up the latest, and before she reaches the living room, she hears the clear voice of the pen fairy.
"Delicious, better than Shaqima Mung Bean Cake!"
What followed was a strong aroma.
"Shuangshuang!"
Shen Chan saw her at a glance, and grinned: "I was just going to wake you up - breakfast is ready, it's chicken noodle soup."
A pink pencil stands on the dining table: "To be precise, it's lunch."
It swayed in place, looking in a good mood: "The taste is very good."
Shen Chan one can't judge a person by their appearance, although she looks like a fool, she didn't expect to be very good at cooking.
As a strand of soul that has been wandering for an unknown number of years, it almost forgot the taste of food.
The pink pencil is close to the porcelain bowl containing chicken soup, and behind it, there is a phantom of a woman with long hair hanging down her waist.
Xu Ying was silent, faintly visible, picked up the spoon on the table, and took another sip of chicken soup.
After the strength was severely damaged, the pen fairy was temporarily unable to condense the soul and let the real body appear in front of their eyes.
Bai Shuangxing smiled: "Shen Chan has always been very good at cooking."
During the days when they lived together, Shen Chan would cook in different ways every day, and Bai Shuangxing was very happy to be fed. She once customized a pennant for her, with four large characters written on it:
Long live roommates.
After she finished speaking, she yawned and looked at Shen Chan: "When did you get up? No more rest?"
"Seven or eight o'clock."
Shen Chan raised her eyebrows: "At that time, Teacher Qin was also there, and the two of us checked the house up and down."
Bai Shuangxing: "How is it?"
"The system has perfected and repaired the architectural details, and there is no problem with the occupants, but—"
Shen Chan shrugged: "We found that the things here cannot be taken outside."
Bai Shuang smiled: "It's true that we can't take it away."
In such a large house, each room is decorated with a variety of furniture, which is of great value.
If she empties it all at once and sells it in the real world, Baishuanghang is estimated to be able to make a lot of money.
When these items are sold out, she only needs to spend points to remodel the house of ghosts and ghosts, and then she can get another pile of furniture, which is inexhaustible.
Bai Ye couldn't give her such a cash cow that violated the rules.
"Also, I discovered a tragic truth."
Pen Fairy took a step back, swaying the tip of the pen from side to side, as if he was looking at the chicken noodle soup in front of him: "Although there are ingredients and seasonings in the kitchen,... the food made from them cannot fill your stomach at all."
Shen Chan was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?!"
"I also have this feeling."
Qin Mengdie sat on a chair not far away, and said softly, "After eating noodles, there is no change."
Jiang Mian once told them that after the ghost has transformed into a physical body, it can eat.
Of course, food cannot be digested by ghosts, but will be transformed into a small part of their spiritual power and integrated into the body.
Bai Shuangxing understood: "Because this is the consciousness space."
The reason why the subconscious mind can change freely as it wants is because everything is just an imaginary picture and never really existed.
So the furniture is fake, and the raw materials for cooking are also fake.
"This is too fake."
Shen Chan supported her forehead: "The breakfast I worked so hard to make..."
"That's good too."
Bai Shuangxing comforted her with a smile: "No matter how much we eat, we can maintain the original state and will not become thin or fat."
Yes.
Looking at the problem from another angle, Shen Chan suddenly realized.
Every time she sees her favorite food, she is always worried about the calories and fat hidden in it, and she dare not eat it with confidence.
Up to now, they have lost the damn heat, not only delicious, but also non-toxic, harmless and pollution-free, and will not cause acne and fat——
Heaven.
The house of ghosts must be heaven.
The desire to cook has skyrocketed like never before, Shen Chan gave a thumbs up:
"Shuangshuang, do you have anything special to eat? Cake hot pot pasta, everything is fine!"
When setting up the kitchen yesterday, she deliberately stuffed a lot of ingredients in the lockers and refrigerator.
"Don't waste too much at once."
Qin Mengdie opened the refrigerator and looked at it: "There is no way to replenish food here."
Once these ingredients are eaten, they can only wait for Baishuang to spend points to replenish them.
After being taken away from Bai Ye by Bai Shuangxing, Qin Mengdie's sanity recovered day by day, and the hostility in his body also decreased a lot.
She is wearing a beige sweater dress today, her black hair is hanging down, her eyes are clear and clear, standing in the warm sunshine, gentle and quiet.
On the other side, Jiang Mian was sitting obediently at the dining table, and when he took the first bite of noodles, his eyes lit up uncontrollably.
The chicken soup is rich and full of mellow aroma, which is completely immersed in the noodles, while the noodles are soft and firm, and are covered with soup.
One bite into the stomach, the warm feeling melts in the stomach, and the sense of happiness reaches its peak in an instant.
"really tasty."
Jiang Mian never hesitated to praise: "Sister Shen Chan is amazing!"
Shen Chan was overjoyed by the compliment, and reached out to touch her head: "If you like it, eat more."
The girl nodded, her eyes moved unconsciously, and drifted to the window.
Under the new Chinese architectural style, the windows adopt an antique circular structure, and the sunlight falls from the window, creating a faint warm color.
Beside the window, there is a tall figure standing.
Shura's long hair was still loose, black hair like silk, flowing down the back, outlining the man's tall and straight waist.
He changed from the blood-stained white robe to a long dark black one, with the Shura long knife hanging on his waist, his whole body seemed to melt into the shadow by the wall.
He didn't eat breakfast, and he wasn't interested in human food. Now he was leaning lazily by the window, squinting at the landscape outside the window.
But in Jiang Mian's perception, the situation and the scene had completely changed.
Long hair that hasn't been trimmed for a long time——
The symbol of the homeless.
Old-fashioned and monotonous black cloth——
It seems that he has never worn fine and beautiful clothes.
Standing alone in the corner, with a cold expression——
He must be introverted, quietly shy, afraid to approach them.
This set of logic made sense, and Jiang Mian added some sympathy and concern for this taciturn uncle.
Alone in the corner...looks pathetic.
The girl pursed her lips, glanced at the hot noodles in chicken soup, carefully picked up the bowl, and walked towards the window.
Sensing the approach of a ghost, the murderous nature cultivated for thousands of years suddenly burst out. The long-haired man frowned and turned his head in reflex.
...how is that child?
She also had a bowl of noodles in her hand.
"uncle."
Jiang Mian looked at him with a serious expression: "This is for you."
At the man's waist, 099, who lived in the demon knife, took a deep breath.
It smells so good!
Shura said without hesitation, "No need."
For thousands of years, he has been feeding on the souls of ghosts and the resentment of human beings, and he has never dismissed the so-called "food" in front of him.
He had a cold attitude, and the reason why he stayed in the "House of Ghosts" was because his soul was scattered and his strength was greatly damaged. If he wanted to recover as soon as possible, he had to stay here honestly.
To put it bluntly, everyone met by chance, and Shura didn't intend to have anything to do with the ghosts here.
He refused straight away, thinking that the child would retreat in spite of difficulties, but after a while, he heard her say in a warm voice: "Uncle, this is called chicken noodle soup, it's delicious."
Shura: ...
This tone...why does he look like a poor tramp who has never had chicken soup!
The long-haired man took a deep breath and stroked the black hair on top of his head.
Although he did not eat it.
But it's definitely not the reason the kid thought!
"Senior, try it."
099 said: "Maybe you will like it - when you watched the family carnival movie last night, weren't you very happy?"
Did he, have, ever?
Shura's face was gloomy, he only hated that it was hidden in the knife, and he couldn't cover this guy's mouth.
Jiang Mian took a few steps closer and looked up at him.
She herself is an introverted child, and she rarely communicates with others actively. Today, she took a lot of courage to talk to the uncle in black.
The child was a little nervous, timid, but also kindly caring.
After being stared at with fear and disgust for so many years, it was the first time that a ghost looked at him with such eyes.
Shura felt very annoyed, avoided her gaze, frowned and lowered his eyes.
Shura: ...
Shura: "Thank you."
Under the expectant eyes of Jiang Mian and 099, the long-haired man took the porcelain bowl from the girl and held the chopsticks in his right hand.
Then after thinking for a few seconds, he grasped the wooden chopsticks awkwardly and picked up a few noodles with it.
The noodles could not be supported, and they slid down.
Shura: ...
Damn.
Almost forgot, he doesn't know how to use chopsticks at all.
An ominous premonition filled his heart, and he silently raised his eyelashes.
Sure enough, the way Jiang Mian looked at him had evolved from "considerate" to "distressed".
……bother.
So in the next few minutes, Jiang Mian and 099 patiently taught him how to use chopsticks.
When the first mouthful of noodles finally entered his mouth, Shura didn't speak, and his black eyelashes trembled slightly.
This was a smell he had never been exposed to before, it was completely different from the smell of blood, it was a little hot, with an indescribably mellow aroma.
It seems that it is not as unacceptable as imagined.
not bad.
"senior."
099 observed his expression, and spoke in a very light tone: "How does it taste?"
The adam's apple moved up and down, and the chilling and indifferent man in black lowered his head and picked up a few more noodles:
"It's okay, I can eat."
Shen Chan served Jiang Mian another bowl of breakfast, and Bai Shuangxing sat on the other side of the dining table, looking at the long black knife: "Can't 099 eat?"
"Not for now."
Shura said: "The moment White Night shattered, its soul was instantly destroyed and reached the verge of disappearing, leaving only the last ray of weak soul."
099's current state is fragile, not even as good as a pen fairy.
"Senior said that as long as I stay in the knife for a longer period of time, I will be nourished by his strength and slowly recover."
Speaking of this, 099 felt a little embarrassed: "Senior is a good person, thank you senior."
Shura snorted coldly, but didn't answer.
Helping 099 keep the remnant soul was just a momentary thought on his mind.
In his original plan, this unfamiliar and very annoying white night system was completely out of consideration.
It wasn't until Bai Ye was about to collapse, and 099 knew he was going to die soon, but still cared about letting him go, that Shura felt a sympathy for the first time.
He has never been called kind, he just retaliates with revenge and repays kindness with kindness.
"Living in the knife of the predecessors, I will behave well."
As he spoke, 099 hesitated a lot in his tone: "Even if it's... um... I want to fight or kill, I also...probably."
"Yes."
Shen Chan remembered: "In [House of Gods and Ghosts], the skill given by Shura is to summon the demon sword."
"The layout planning of this subconscious space can also be entrusted to me."
099 coughed lightly, and changed the subject: "When I was in charge of the Baiye system, I studied many design forms."
It doesn't know anything about fighting and killing, but when it comes to frame design, it's absolutely fine.
It spoke softly, and as soon as it finished speaking, the faint sound of being hungry suddenly sounded in the quiet restaurant.
Shen Chan touched her deflated stomach, feeling a little headache.
While virtual food with no calories was nice, if she kept eating it, she would starve to death.
She has been busy this morning, and now she is tired and hungry, so Bai Shuangxing got up: "I'll leave here first, and go out to buy something to eat."
She thought of something, took out her mobile phone to look at it, and smiled unconsciously: "Besides, the appointed guest is coming soon."
From leaving the subconscious space to entering the house of ghosts, Baishuangxing only took less than ten minutes.
Ji Fenglin also came in with her.
When we parted yesterday, Ji Fenglin had promised Jiang Mian that he would pay a visit today.
Seeing a familiar figure, the girl stepped forward and hugged him: "Brother!"
"I bought soup dumplings, quick sand buns, custard buns and soy milk."
Bai Shuangxing shook the pocket in his hand at Shen Chan, and turned his gaze: "Ji Fenglin brought mango millefeuille and strawberry pudding."
Pen fairy jumped up instantly: "Dessert!"
Ji Fenglin was thrown into his arms by his own sister, he stroked her head in a good-tempered manner, and looked up into the house.
Although he knew Bai Shuangxing's "House of Gods and Ghosts" skills for a long time, it was the first time for him to see the room full of resentful spirits and fierce ghosts.
Ji Fenglin smiled: "Good afternoon."
As soon as his eyes moved, when he met Qin Mengdie's eyes, the boy's eyes were softer, and he nodded politely: "Teacher."
As his teacher in high school, Qin Mengdie raised the corner of his mouth lightly.
"Brother, let me introduce you."
Jiang Mian held up his right hand: "This is sister Pen Fairy—"
Looking at Shura, Jiang Mian paused for a few seconds: "There is also a kind uncle, and the 099 in his knife."
Shura: ...
Don't call him casually!
Bai Shuang had a good time: "My kind uncle, you might like these desserts."
"I made strawberry pudding for the first time and it didn't taste very good."
Ji Fenglin followed her into the house, and put the dessert box in his hand on the dining table: "Please forgive me."
Shen Chan leaned forward: "Did you do it yourself?"
Monsoon Pro skillfully opened the carton:
"I used to work part-time in a dessert shop, and my roommates liked it very much, so I made some for them occasionally."
Jiang Mian straightened up proudly: "In the past, at home, it was always my brother who cooked."
When preparing for work last night, Ji Fenglin specifically asked about the number of ghosts in the House of Gods and Ghosts.
The mango layer was just the right size, and he divided it evenly one by one.
In addition to reading books, pen fairy's biggest hobby is to enjoy sweets. can't wait to make a phantom and open mouth to eat.
Melaleuca is soft, dense and silky, with a rich milky aroma and mango fragrance in the mouth. Just bite it lightly, and the full pulp will burst immediately.
Beautiful big house, hot chicken soup, and this just-right dessert.
After the white night left, it suspected that it had come to heaven.
Happiness gushed out, the pink pencil froze for a second, and rolled on the table.
Jiang Mian didn't forget the black-clothed uncle who was always alone, and looked at him cautiously before eating his snacks.
Sensing her gaze, Shura kept a cold face, pretending not to notice.
Kid, it's so annoying.
Although thought so in heart, right hand moved honestly, holding the small spoon, and scooped out a small piece of dessert.
At the entrance of the thousand layers, Shura looked indifferent, and dug another spoonful.
Then came the third spoon.
"Speaking of which, why does it have to be strawberry pudding and mango millefeuille?"
The steamed stuffed buns and desserts were both delicious, and Shen Chan whetted her appetite. Thinking of this, she turned her head and glanced at Ji Fenglin: "I remember you mentioned these two things in the white night."
She originally thought that Ji Fenglin had a special liking for them, but she heard him say that it was his first time making strawberry pudding, and she didn't seem to particularly like them.
Operation Baishuang took a break.
These two desserts are the foods she inadvertently mentioned in the world of bipolar disorder——
At that time, her mood was too depressed, and her whole body was almost swallowed by a sense of despair. She could only let herself have some expectations for the future through wild imagination.
Even she, the person who spoke, almost forgot about that incident, but Ji Fenglin not only remembered, but actually made them by himself.
"The mango mille-feuille is sweeter, and the strawberry pudding is more sour, which is very suitable for eating together."
Ji Fenglin beside him smiled, his tone was very soft: "...someone should like it."
Someone likes it.
His heart seemed to be scratched by a cat's paw, Bai Shuang rubbed his ears but didn't speak.
"correct."
After eating dessert contentedly, Pen Fairy stood upright on the table: "I heard from Mianmian and Teacher Qin that in [House of Ghosts], everyone has an assigned identity."
Unable to hide her curiosity, the pink pencil asked, "Do I have it too?"
Bai Shuangxing was taken aback.
Yesterday was another night of escape and home construction. She was so busy from morning to night that she almost forgot that "House of Ghosts" also had a family tree system.
At the other end of the dining table, Shura frowned, and cast a questioning look at her: "Identity?"
"It's the seniority of each family. Teacher Qin is the 'sister' and Mianmian is the 'sister' in the family."
Bai Shuangxing clicked on the family tree system, and this time, he saw two brand new avatars.
Shura and Pen Fairy.
099 is just a remnant soul, and now that she has left Baiye, she can't sign a contract with any ghosts.
Bai Shuangxing: "Is there any identity you want?"
"boring."
Shura sneered: "Humans will always waste time on meaningless things. No matter what your identity is, is there any difference?"
"You don't mind? That's great."
Bai Shuangxing smiled politely: "I have always wanted a younger brother, so I will assign this role to you."
younger brother?!
The man in black blurted out: "Absolutely impossible!"
……hateful.
He was hooked by her aggressive method.
During the time spent together with Bai Shuang, he finally understood.
Although this woman is always smiling, at first glance she looks gentle and quiet, but she is actually a resolute, black-hearted person who dares to be cruel.
Once her smile suddenly deepened, someone would be unlucky.
"In terms of age and qualifications, I have to rank ahead of you."
Not long ago, his indifference attitude was vividly remembered, but now he was slapped in the face, and Shura simply admitted generously: "Is there any ancestor? I use this."
Bai Shuangxing clicked on his profile picture.
"Currently selected family member: Shura"
"The following are the reference identities provided for you"
"Brother, dad, grandpa, nephew..."
Inexplicably, she wanted to choose "eldest nephew".
"There is no option for 'Old Ancestor'."
Even if there was, Baishuang Xing would not choose it.
As for "Papa" and "Grandpa"——
It is absolutely impossible for her to say these two titles to Shura's face.
"Brother" can barely accept it.
His eyes flicked over one title after another, and suddenly, Bai Shuang stopped.
"No?"
The man in black frowned: "Can the Baiye system work? It doesn't matter what you want, waste."
A minute ago, he was still detached and indifferent. At this moment, Shura began to babble and list them one by one:
"I can't be of the same generation as you, let alone the younger generation. It's too old to be called 'grandfather' or 'uncle'. Only 'ancestor' is more suitable..."
Before he finished speaking, Bai Shuangxing made a strange gesture to him.
099 knew that the old man, who had been blocked by news, couldn't understand him, so he kindly explained: "Senior, this means OK."
Shura: ...?
What did you say???
In the next second, a crisp notification sound came from my ear.
"Congratulations! In the House of Gods and Ghosts, you have a brand new identity——"
"little uncle"
"Every family member is an indispensable part, let's live in harmony with the family!"
"Uncle is mother's brother, so he is considered an elder."
Bai Shuangxing raised his cheeks with his right hand, and took the time to look at him: "'Little Uncle' means that there is a certain gap in seniority, but the age difference is not that big—are you satisfied?"
Neither was taken advantage of by Baishuang, nor does it sound like an old man who is dying.
little uncle.
Shura didn't say anything, and repeated the three words in his heart.
For him, this title is too far away to be real——
To be precise, the word "home" itself has nothing to do with him.
After entering the house of ghosts, he didn't really feel much. He just felt that there was an extra place to live and a group of chattering people around him.
Until now, he has been tied to these three characters and Bai Shuang Xing.
...Always feel awkward and strange, but not annoying.
On the dining table, the pink pencil coughed lightly, and the tip of the pen shook slightly, indicating that I was left alone.
Bai Shuangxing smiled: "Do you have any favorite identity?"
pen fairy was silent, lost in thought.
Like Shura, it has wandered around the world for thousands of years, but unfortunately its memory has long been blurred, and after losing its ability, it has become no different from a child.
"I also can."
pen fairy said, "Well...how is Auntie?"
As a century-old ghost with considerable experience, it has its own dignity.
First of all, you can't be the same generation as Bai Shuangxing, after all, in terms of age, he is older than her great-grandmother; secondly, "auntie" and "auntie" always feel a little old-fashioned, and after much deliberation, aunt is the best.
In Condor Heroes, Little Dragon Girl is still Yang Guo's aunt.
Bai Shuangxing nodded, and clicked on the avatar belonging to the pen fairy.
"Currently selected family member: Pen Fairy"
"The following are the reference identities provided for you"
"Sister, cousin, aunt, aunt..."
Sure enough, there is this option.
It and Shura's qualifications are indeed enough to become an elder, and Baishuang Xing gave it enough respect and did not refute it.
However, just as he was about to press this option, he was caught off guard and was lightly patted on the shoulder.
After staying in the white night for a long time, any disturbance would cause her to be alert.
Bai Shuangxing was startled, subconsciously turned around quickly, only to see a black mist drifting away.
This is... the power of Shura?
"wait."
The man in black had a serious expression: "Little uncle or aunt, who has a higher seniority?"
"senior."
099 whispered: "Didn't you say that you don't care about these names?"
"Should be about...?"
Qin Mengdie said: "However, little uncle is younger than aunt."
"Little uncle" generally refers to relatives who are senior but not very old.
pen fairy immediately changed her words: "Then little aunt!"
I almost forgot, there is this evil star at home.
With Shura's identity and strength, even if it had a hundred guts, Pen Fairy wouldn't dare to call him "sister".
Although it is not smart now, it cherishes its life.
"Identity," Pink Pencil turned around and faced Bai Shuangxing again, "Isn't it confirmed yet?"
Hoarfrost Walk: ...
For some reason, Bai Shuangxing's expression was very complicated: "Just now, I clicked."
a bolt from the blue.
pen fairy's mind was blank, and she was about to speak, but unexpectedly, Bai Shuangxing had another sentence: "However, when I turned my head around, I didn't choose 'aunt'."
Pray for safety and peace, every cloud has a silver lining.
What is a counterattack from a desperate situation, and what is a lucky value of 100 points.
Pen fairy sat up in shock as if dying, and said excitedly: "Then what did you choose?"
Bai Shuangxing was silent for a moment, his black eyes were deep and dark, unable to see the emotions contained in them.
Pen Fairy suddenly had a very bad premonition.
"I clicked next to 'Auntie'—"
Bai Shuangxing: "Little niece."
clear.sky.clap.thunderbolt.
The pencil took a step back, trembling slightly.
Say aunt who is aunt.
History is a tragic reincarnation, and Baishuangxing became its aunt.
"Also, I tried to modify it," Bai Shuangxing hesitated, "and failed."
The pink pencil stayed put.
It is known that Baishuangxing is its elder, and Shura is the elder of Baishuangxing.
Wouldn't Shura become its... grandpa?!
"……Feel sorry."
Seeing the collapse of Pencil's heart, Shura knew he was wrong, and after thinking for a while, he made up his mind: "As compensation, I can lend you my knife."
He doesn't have anything long on his body, only this extremely precious treasure, which condenses endless power.
Shura added: "One day."
Pen Fairy: ...
It is a pen, what do you need a knife for?Sharpen the pencil?I kill myself???
"Well... everyone won't care."
Shen Chan tried to comfort: "Today will soon pass."
"Sister Pen Fairy."
Jiang Mian looked at it softly, touched the tip of the pen: "It's fine."
This seniority is all messed up.
There was chatter in the restaurant, Ji Fenglin and Bai Shuangxing looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
When he lowered his head and looked at the pen: "Eating may make you feel better. Is there anything you like?"
The pencil paused slightly.
Bai Shuangxing squinted his eyes, and fanned the flames cooperatively: "Cream caramel pudding, bursting chocolate lava, milk soufflé——"
The pencil stopped and hesitated slightly.
"Or," Bai Shuangxing continued, as if bewitched by whispers, "spicy crayfish, cheese fondue, barbecue..."
The pink pencil couldn't bear it any longer, jumped into the air and waved it, writing a large empty character:
have!
After that, Baishuangxing rested comfortably for a few days.
During the period, people from the Investigation Bureau came to visit, and she didn't hide it, telling them that the system was all ghosts transformed by humans, and was emptied and dominated by Bai Ye.
As for the coming of the white night, there is a high probability that it has something to do with the evil god.
What needs to be ascertained now is the identity of the evil god.
Shura didn't want to show his face, and he didn't want others to know his existence, so Bai Shuang went into hiding to hide everything about him.
The next few days were calm, she went to class and studied during the day, and returned home in her free time, chatting and watching movies with the ghosts in the house.
Although pen fairy seems unreliable, after all, it has the ability to know everything, remember a lot of anecdotes from all over the world, and the level of storytelling is top-notch.
Together with Qin Mengdie, it took on the task of tutoring Jiang Mian in his studies.
Shura has a withdrawn personality and spends most of the time alone in the bedroom.
He said "not interested", but his body was extremely honest, and he would honestly appear in the restaurant for breakfast, lunch and dinner every day.
It seems that even the evil spirits in hell will be overwhelmed by delicious food.
Before knew it, it was Thursday.
Saturday was Jiang Mian's birthday, and it happened that Bai Shuangxing, Shen Chan, and Ji Fenglin had few professional classes today, so they made an appointment to meet at noon and bought gifts for the children in advance.
Wen Chuchu, who was invited to the birthday party, also came together.
Regarding the location of the birthday party, Ji Fenglin selected a few high-end restaurants, and since he couldn't make up his mind, he tried to ask other people's opinions.
"Actually, I don't think it has to be arranged in a restaurant."
Walking on the street, Bai Shuangxing swallowed an egg tart: "Aren't you a good cook? If you can, why not make a table of dishes at home, Mianmian will be happy."
Shen Chan agreed: "I haven't seen you for so long, she must miss your craftsmanship very much."
Wen Chuchu: "What about the gift? What are you going to give?"
"Not ready yet."
Bai Shuangxing blinked and made a little joke: "How about a full set of elementary school textbooks?"
Shen Chan thought deeply, and nodded vigorously: "It comes with a weekly practice booklet, unit test papers and supporting stationery, one-stop service, it's perfect."
Wen Chuchu: ...
You are really sisters!Shut up, evil lord!
After chatting for a while, Bai Shuangxing returned to the topic: "If you are Mianmian, you will prefer a warm and cute style."
While speaking, she carefully observed the shops around her, trying to find a satisfactory gift.
Suddenly, Bai Shuang stopped in his footsteps.
Shen Chan also noticed the same thing as her: "Elysium Island Studio, the latest released game——"
Bliss Island Studio is a well-known game manufacturer in China.
The game uses cassettes as the carrier, and most of them are adventure exploration types with a high degree of freedom, with exquisite graphics and rich plots, and are far ahead of most of their peers in terms of word-of-mouth and market sales.
For children... there is no one who doesn't like playing games.
Bai Shuangxing became interested: "Go in and have a look?"
This is the head office of Paradise Island Studio located in Jiang An.
Pushing open the door, the clear white and bright light rushes towards the face, and the faint fragrance is overflowing all around.
The interior style is very distinctive, the protagonists of previous games are painted on the walls, and the shelves are set up as wooden structures in fantasy games, hidden by vines.
"Hi there."
The clerk in black and white uniform came forward: "Is there anything I need?"
"us"
Just as Bai Shuangxing opened his mouth, his eyes swept away inadvertently, and he saw a familiar figure not far away.
"That's our latest game, "Ghost Story Town"."
The clerk followed her gaze and explained patiently: "The founder of the studio personally wrote the screenplay for "Ghost Story Town". If there is no accident, it should be his last work."
"Founder?"
Shen Chan was surprised: "Isn't he already over eighty years old and retired to the background a long time ago? He actually wrote a new game?"
"That's why he said that this is his last work."
The clerk said: ""Ghost Talk Town" is a modern Chinese-style background familiar to players. It incorporates many fantasy elements, and its sales and word-of-mouth have topped the list recently."
Ji Fenglin: "All ages?"
"All ages."
The clerk nodded: "Even children and middle-aged people can experience the fun of it."
"thanks."
Bai Shuangxing nodded and smiled, still staring at the figure not far away from the corner of the eye: "Let's look around first."
Intentionally or unintentionally brushed by her eyes, the man by the wall quickly turned his head and met her eyes.
When the clerk left, Bai Shuang raised his eyebrows: "Long time no see, Miss Xue."
——The woman was wearing a neat black denim jacket, with sharp features and a slightly stern expression. She was Xue Zizhen, an agent from the Investigation Bureau who had visited her home.
Seeing her, Xue Zizhen was stunned for a moment: "Bai Shuang go."
Bai Shuangxing smiled softly: "I never thought Miss Xue would be interested in Paradise Island."
This is the truth.
In her impression, Xue Zizhen is a workaholic who devotes herself to white nights, and has nothing to do with this kind of casual game.
"Occasionally play."
Xue Zizhen looked them over: "I asked for leave, so I just happened to take a look."
Not long ago, in order to investigate a white night, she didn't close her eyes for almost three days and three nights.
After the boss knew about it, he gave her a two-day vacation as an exception.
All the challengers present were those who had experienced the white night. Everyone had been visited by the Investigation Bureau and met Xue Zizhen.
Shen Chan is an acquaintance: "Miss Xue, do you know which game is most suitable for children? The ones around ten years old."
Xue Zizhen is very smart, and immediately thought of the ghost in Baishuang's family: "...Jiang Mian?"
"Ok."
Bai Shuangxing nodded: "The operation doesn't need to be too complicated, as long as the plot is simple and easy to understand."
"I heard that the latest "Ghost Story Town" is pretty good."
Xue Zizhen glanced at the wall: "The protagonist is a child under ten years old. As for the plot... I haven't played it yet, but according to the reviews, the positive rate is very high."
Children under ten years old.
Just in time to match Jiang Mian.
Xue Zizhen smiled lightly: "I came today to buy this game."
Bai Shuangxing was curious: "How long will Miss Xue rest?"
"Two days."
Xue Zizhen didn't hide it: "The boss wants me to have a good rest."
"The legendary 'other people's boss'."
Shen Chan sincerely said: "I heard that the work intensity of the Investigation Bureau is very high, and there is no weekend break when you are busy. Miss Xue's dark circles are very thick, and she really should take a break."
"No way, there are more and more white nights."
Xue Zizhen shook his head: "In movie theaters, schools, residential buildings and even the streets, there are people who are dragged into the white night."
Accidents occur frequently, and they are already devastated.
Speaking of this, Xue Zizhen made a rare joke: "Maybe one day, even game stores will have this kind of situation—"
This sentence did not have time to finish.
Xue Zizhen's expression changed.
In just an instant, inexplicable dizziness suddenly appeared in her mind.
Vertigo is the same as in many cases.
"Grass."
Shen Chan's eyelids twitched: "No way."
——Again?!
Wen Chuchu:???
Wen Chuchu: "...Ah? It's only been a few days? Do we have any super powers to attract Bai Ye?"
Ji Fenglin stood beside Bai Shuangxing and sighed: "See you later."
A familiar feeling of suffocation surged up, the lights dispersed, and the eyes were completely dark.
The noisy sound in the ears dissipated without a trace, and Bai Shuangxing heard the system prompt tone.
"Ding dong!"
"Welcome to White Night, the survival challenge is about to begin. I am the monitoring system 520 of this challenge, and I am retrieving mission information..."
"Challenge Name: Strange Talk Town"
"Challenge Difficulty: Intermediate"
"Challenge Profile: This is an ordinary town with no name.
Overnight, earth-shaking changes took place in the town. One after another, the sensational ghost stories broke away from the paper and turned into reality.
Ghosts everywhere, vampires who feed on blood, ferocious and bloodthirsty Flying Man, bloody red wedding dresses in the alleys, painted skin demons who peel off human skin... In the silent night, a hundred ghosts walk in the night.
All you have to do is try to survive.
and keep him alive."
"he"?
Bai Shuangxing concentrated and continued to listen.
"Your role: unknown"
"Main Quest: Unknown"
"Side Quest: Unknown"
Three sonorous and forceful "unknown" slammed into his ears, this was never before, Bai Shuangxing was slightly taken aback.
Before she could ask the system any questions, a huge translucent panel floated up in the boundless darkness in front of her eyes.
The panel is not complicated. There is her big head photo printed in the upper left corner, and next to the avatar is a name bar that is exactly the same as the game interface.
"Name: Not Entered"
This is... a game?
"Ding dong!"
"This White Night will adopt a brand-new challenge mode. Referring to the gameplay, challengers can choose their name, identity, race, occupation and appearance settings!"
Being able to choose race means——
The roles they were assigned to were probably not human beings?
With a little wonder in his heart, Bai Shuang glanced up from the corner of his eye, and saw a huge circular turntable in the void.
"In order to ensure the difficulty of the challenge, the identity and race must be determined through the lucky wheel."
"Name, occupation, appearance settings, can be deployed by the challenger."
"Friendly reminder: Different identities and occupations have different skills, which may play an unexpected role during the game."
"In addition to humans, demons, demons, fox fairies, angels, vampires... all kinds of races in ancient and modern China and abroad, all have opportunities waiting for you to experience!"
"So"
"Please turn the lucky wheel to confirm your character identity!"
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